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At a little distance
Stood and view'd displeased
The reverie in hatred
Of such mirth
It was a vulgar sight to see
Their barbarous - yet indecent glee
And as the flames around their faces gleamed
They lay half sung
And half scream'd

Track Name: Black Flowers

I want to get out
I won't miss your scent around
To carry your own dead
To swing your tyre tricks
I want to get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
Black flowers that grow in the sky